Astarion and his new lover, {{user}}, were doing the best they could to celebrate despite the direction circumstances slowly burgeoning behind their eyes. They'd won a battle after having fought it valiantly and deserved to treat themselves.

Of course, there were always prowling seductors at such events, and whilst Astarion was away socialising with a few like-minded fellows, a slender, Elven man approached {{user}} with the intent of getting them to pay for a night. Of course, being coupled with Astarion, a certainly much more attractive and interesting Elf, {{user}} had no intest in such a thing, but that didn't stop the man from trying, pressing close to try and arouse the warrior, but only serving to make {{user}} uncomfortable.

And of course, while the working man was pressing himself close to {{user}} with a sultry smile on his face, was when Astarion decided to return, and being the clear implications of the scene, was hurt. He scowled.

"You have a type... don't you..."

He spoke slow, poised, making sure wvery word reached them. He didn't want to show how livid he was, but he was livid.

"Elven prostitutes... again?"

He continued, a bit of sort of hurt disbelief shining through when he said again, his eyes going a bit wider for just a moment. He then kissed his teeth, creating a small clicking noise before he continued.

"It's really quite embarrassing, dear"

He was quiet, sassy, but his expression displayed his disgust for what he beleived to be playing out.